A TRIP IN A TRAMP

SUNDAY SPENT AMONG THE TREES

TPwfe World Photos.

Our good friends the Danes are a most industrious and a great home-loving people, and

they seem to play as energetically as they work. In this picture is the lodge-keeper's house at a

deer parkin Denmark, and the crowd of folks assembled are all on pleasure bent, driving, cycling

or walking through the forest glades as a1 week-end change from the normal round of duty.

but most of them mere rocks, many
scarcely appearing above water, but
with granite teeth hard and sharp
enough to rip the whole bottom out
of a steamer.

The two mates joined the captain
now, and all three kept keen watch
ahead with their binoculars, trying to
pick up the great lighthouse of Uto,
which is the outer guard of the Finnish
skerries. The skipper saw it first.
Soon Stark could see it, too—a tall,
far pillar striped vertically in white
and dark red. The ship steered directly
towards it, the rocky fangs of half-
submerged islets on either hand. A
launch sped out to meet her, and the
pilot, whose dark skin, high cheek-bones
and eyes set slightly obliquely pro-
claimed him of Lapp rather than Finnish
blood, climbed the Jacob's ladder and
the steps leading to the bridge deck.

The Marta then went ahead slowly
through this maze of islets, -turning
this way and that as the various
lights—yellow, red or green—showed
themselves in the deepening1 dusk.
Stark noticed that directly the steamer
left the open Baltic for the shelter
of the islands there came a magic
change from a tumbling sea to a
calm so flat that the water within
protecting islands was like a mirror.
A Lonely Land.
Stark could not help feeling some-
thing of the wild loneliness of this
sunken land, and wondering what life
must be like there in winter, among
these barren rocky islands and iron-
bound creeks. The rocks were smoothed
down in places as if some 'army of
giants had polished them in the dim ages
before human history began. That